Seated within an opulent carriage bound for a predetermined destination was a young lady with lustrous pink hair cascading down to her waist. Her figure possessed a sinful allure that belied her tender years—one of the very reasons the prince remained so utterly obsessed with her. Those azure orbs that were her eyes held an almost hypnotic quality, beautiful things that captured the attention of any man fortunate enough to behold them. Her fair, porcelain skin seemed to glow in the carriage's dim interior, and she was dressed in formal noble attire that tastefully revealed glimpses of her smooth shoulders and elegant legs.
"…" In profound silence, she gazed through the window with practiced composure, drinking in the passing scenery with what appeared to be calm indifference. Yet beneath that serene exterior, her mind churned like a tempestuous sea.
Whoosh.
